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`Oh, heavens!' shouted Levin, so loudly that Sergei Ivanovich was quite frightened. `What, what is the matter? `How's Agathya Mikhailovna's hand?' said Levin, slapping himself on the head. `I'd positively forgotten her.' `It's much better.' `Well, anyway, I'll run down to her. Before you've time to get your hat on, I'll be back.' And he ran downstairs, clattering with his heels like a spring rattle. |
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